let's make better mistakes tomorrow.

Hey you, nice to meet you! I'm Luca.

I'm 20 (I was nineteen, call meeee) and I live in Germany.
I'm a huge dork and probably the most awkward person you'll ever meet, trust me.

The things I enjoy are the good moments in life, music, playing guitar, travelling, art,
summer nights, good books, abandoned buildings, cats, long train rides, hot chocolate,
concerts, melancholia, real hugs and nature.

Here are some photos I took.
And here is some stuff I wrote.
Personal blog.

→ Oct 2014 "Sometimes it feels good to take the long way home." — Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via linatang)

(Source: splitterherzen, via zwielichttaenzerin)

→ Oct 2014
amsterdam 15/10

if i was a christian, i’d say this was a sign from God. i think it was fate. early in the morning i sat on a bench in Vondelpark when this homeless guy came up to me. we smoked together and shared a beer (like, this was literally the only thing he had, just this one can of beer and he said “you share your joint with me, i share my beer with you.” i love that.) and he said he was from czech republic and i couldn’t understand most of what he said because of his thick accent. he had the same eye color as me. he reminded me of pieces of myself. sometimes, he looked like utter madness. from all i can remember we talked about different citys we’ve been to and skateboarding and the fucked up economy and he said that Amsterdam is a nice place to just be and i agreed and i asked him about what he’s doing all day and he said just walking around and talking to people. he has no sleeping bag. he says it is good to have an occupation. he got beaten up and thrown out of a train once when he was travelling just with a guitar. the following conversation i will never forget. his words changed me, they hit me to the core.

we are escaping
we are on the road.

i’ll make sure to remember that
i won’t get lost.
take care.

we agreed to meet up like two hours later at the same spot, but i fell asleep again and woke up too late and thought that this was also a sign. it was meant to be this way, and his words will linger in the back of my mind for a long time.

→ Oct 2014
amsterdam thoughts 14/10

they’re playing jean michel jarre at the coffeeshop. there’s a massive TV in front of me, national geographic is on and there’s a documentation about snow monkeys. i’m drinking a latte macchiato with cinnamon and other teeth-ruining stuff on it, life is pretty good. i’m slowly coming to terms with long forgotten aspects of myself, such as that i’m an introvert and that this is a thing which will never change, and i should embrace that and not feel bad about it. being on the road is one of the few things in life i will love no matter what. a great opportunity to learn and appreciate. i’m most content walking on unknown paths. i love sitting in the cinema among strangers, hearing their foreign chatter and their laughter that sounds familar in all languages. my heart is in the foreign, my heart is on the road.

→ Oct 2014 15/10
sitting near a canal in the city for hours. i didn’t listen to any music. i think it’s really nice to consciously listen to the sound of the city sometimes. it calms me. there is life and i am in it. it is a pure day.

sitting near a canal in the city for hours. i didn’t listen to any music. i think it’s really nice to consciously listen to the sound of the city sometimes. it calms me. there is life and i am in it. it is a pure day.

→ Oct 2014 waitingforthendoftheworld:

sylvia plath


sylvia plath

(via you-are--wonderful)

→ Oct 2014

i’m trying to find a new meaning in the word home, but the definition is hard to grasp and my hands are slippery. i tried making homes out of people once and the last time i did that it didn’t work out so now i’m kind of lost but in a good way i guess. it’s difficult being back in the place i know so well, i’m restless and edgy at times and this journey has probably changed me in more ways i’ll ever admit to myself. 

be prepared for a few thoughts and notes from my journey. i’ll post them later. 

→ Oct 2014 "You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again." — Azar Nafisi (via scarredvogue)

(Source: vacants, via scarredvogue)

→ Oct 2014

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→ Oct 2014

(Source: fieldguidetobirds)

→ Oct 2014 "I did then what I knew how to do. Now that I know better, I do better." — Maya Angelou (via lipstick-bullet)

(Source: feellng, via sein-wie-ich)